MTL - Cosmic Trading System - Chapter 71 Free gold card

From the outside, Nana’s life seemed simple. She had everything she had ever wanted: a cute but rascally pair of twin brothers, a best friend, and her own restaurant. Nana couldn’t ask for anything more; she was happy and content in her life.

It’s a story that happened long, long ago, in a continent far, far away, about gods and mortals, sword and magic, war and peace, and of course love and hatred.

Amon was a poor miner’s son in a remote town in the kingdom of Hittite. Along with the discovery of a marvelous gem, his fate was changed. People on this land called it Gods’ Tear. But wait, what were the gods? It was said that the gods created the world. Then who created the gods?

Forced by the tantalizing fate, Amon had to struggle to find out the truth behind this world of magic and gods……

Commandery Princess Gu Shengyin of Qinghe had died.Her beauty eclipsed Jinghua, and her talents were renowned throughout the world, yet she lost to a woman inferior to her in every aspect.It wasn't until after her death that Gu Shengyin realized she was nothing more than the protagonist of a supporting character's counterattack story, doomed to be cannon fodder for a transmigrated lady……In the pure white space, Gu Shengyin emotionlessly received the memories transmitted to her by the System…...System: “In this day and age, the supporting character must turn over a new leaf, the cannon fodder must counterattack, and the extras must make their presence felt. As the female lead, you are their biggest obstacle.”Gu Shengyin's eyes glinted with cold light. Her smile was stunningly beautiful. “Then let's see: Who, indeed, should be the stumbling block that gets kicked away, and who, in the end, will be the ultimate winner!”Those supporting characters and cannon fodders who wish to eliminate the female lead and rise to the top, have you thought about how you want to die?This story is a sweet romance, 1V1.

I was forced to live in captivity for the rest of my life because I happened to be aware of the fact that I was a saint. I was truly a ‘real’ saint, but that didn’t matter, because there was already a designated saint in the temple.

When I died from all the abuse I endured, I was sent back to a time before all those previous events in my life had happened. After 15 regressions, I was exhausted. I prayed, “I don’t want anything to do with this, so please just let me die,”

And at that moment when I could finally be able to die, someone said, “How about being my daughter?”

…. That monstrous duke had adopted me.